Ok, I need to get this show on the road. We're rounding the corner, this is
the first in that last two or three chapters. Let's get the lead out!
Thank to you faithful readers, by the way. I do it for you!
Disclaimer: Wha???
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"Move your butt, Rahne!" Evan bounded into the room, grabbing the remote from the girl's hands.
"HEY!" Rahne responded. "I was watching that! Give it back!"
"No way," Evan replied, flicking the channel's from his comfortable seat on the couch. "Kurt and I have to watch the debate for poly sci. K-MAN! Popcorn?"
"Got it!" Kurt joined his friend on the couch, bowl of popcorn between them. "This isn't going to be very interesting, is it?"
"It's pretty well going to suck." Evan grabbed a handful and chomped away. "But it's not like we have a choice."
Rahne stared at the boys and crossed her arms with a frustrated sigh. Kicking Kurt in the shin "accidentally" she ran off to find another television.
"What's with her?" Kurt asked, rubbing his shin.
"Beats me." Evan turned up the volume. "Ok, it's starting."
The boys opened their notebooks and uncapped their pens in preparation for the volumes of notes they would have to take this night. The politicians were introduced, Congresswoman Mary-Ann Lohner from Michigan, and Senator Jonathon Bradley of Pennsylvania. Both the head runners in the Republican primaries. The debate went on, the boys lost interest rather quickly, only paying attention enough to get a basic grasp on the ideas of the speakers. Finally, a commercial break.
"Mien Gott, I can't take this!" Kurt exclaimed. "How am I going to write a paper about this debate? I barely understand what's going on!"
"K-man, chill! Don't worry about it," Evan told him. "That Bradley guy sucks ass, and the chick ain't much better. She's losing. That's all you need to know."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm going to get a soda." He ported himself to the kitchen.
"Yeah, get me some too!!" Evan called after him. Not getting a response, he turned toward the door "Kurt, man, you hear-" He stopped. Torey was standing there. He stared for a second. Should he invite her in? What if she went psycho like she did back when the soldiers attacked? What if she-
BAMF "I heard, I heard, here," Kurt shoved a can of Pepsi in Evan's hand. Looking to where his friend gazed, he smiled. "Hey, Torey. You want to watch TV with us?"
Evan glanced from one to the other. He really didn't want Torey to stay.
The girl pulled nervously on her fingers. "Um, sure," she replied, walking into the room and sitting in a chair across from the boys.
"I'll get you a soda," Kurt ported, leaving Evan and Torey alone. The tow sat in silence, Torey still tugging on her fingers. Kurt's return broke the silence, finally.
"We're watching the debate. It's not much fun," Kurt told her. He looked to Evan who sat silently, and sighed. "Evan, um, who is debating again?" trying to get his friend to talk.
"Mary-something and Senator Bradley, the jerk," he replied. The commercial break ended and the three silently watched as the debate continued.
Torey paid close attention to the screen. Senator Bradley. The man she knew......somehow. She listened carefully as he spoke, as he spewed his hatred. He was a wonderful speaker. He manipulated the audience with his words. He sounded good, his ideas were fine, until you realized what they really meant. He was out to kill mutants, that was it. And he claimed his daughter's death as the basis of this.
Her mind swirled. Puzzle pieces seemed to be trying to connect, but they were not able to come together. There was something missing. Torey's breathing became labored, as her mind worked overtime. She dug frantically, looking for that remaining piece. She was so close, and yet so far.
Kurt and Evan watched Torey warily, she seemed troubled. Evan slid further down the couch, but Kurt approached, putting his hand on her shoulder. Her eyes were glued to the screen, it was as if there was nothing else around. Just her and the TV. Kurt turned his attention back to the television. Bradley was making his final statement, so adamant about his position.
"My plan is to make this world better. For all, not just for human kind, but mutant kind as well. I want to make this world a safer place. Mutants can be dangerous, we need a way to protect ourselves from them, as well as protect them from each other. We need laws, we need rules. Perhaps, if we had someone like me four years ago, I would still have my daughter. I am not fighting for myself, I am fighting for all of you. And I hope that where ever my daughter is today, looking down on us from heaven, she knows that her Daddy loves her. And that her Daddy is working hard for her, for her memory. I'm not just doing this for me. I'm doing this for my Victoria."
The pieces fit, and Torey collapsed.
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She rubbed her eyes groggily and sat up in bed. Too tired. She lay back down, and attempted to drift off to sleep.
"Torey, don't make me call you again!" her mother pushed open the door. "We're going to be late."
Torey sighed and sat up again. Her hair was unruly all about her face, as she once again rubbed her eyes. "I don't want to go, Mommy. I don't feel well."
"Torey, you're not going to pull this again! I let you stay home from school yesterday, now get up! This is too important." She pulled the blanket off her daughter, and opened the curtains, letting the sunlight in.
"Mom, I really don't feel well," Torey pleaded.
The woman sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "We did this yesterday, honey. You went to the doctor. There's nothing wrong with you. I don't know why you feel sick, but just ignore it for today, huh? This is a very important day for your father, and we need to be supportive."
Torey thought this over. Rolling her eyes, she pulled herself out of bed. "FINE!" She responded. "I'll get dressed."
"Good girl," her mother awarded, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Breakfast is in ten minutes." She left the room.
Torey opened her closet and picked through her clothes. Today was a very important day for her father. She didn't really understand what most of it meant, but it was something about being a Senator. Her Dad had been trying to get into politics for a long time, it had been his dream. He had been campaigning for the Senate for years, but ad never been able to win a seat. This year was different, though. Or at least, she had been told.
"Getting ready?" Her Dad interrupted her thoughts.
She nodded, looking up at him. A yawn escaped her.
"I know you haven't been feeling well Bee," he said, planting a kiss on her head. "But I kow it'll get better. Listen, after this, we'll go out for dinner and some ice cream. You can pick, sound good?"
Torey smiled "Yeah, sounds good."
"That's my Bumble Bee!" Dad exclaimed, walking toward the door. "Now, your Mom's under a lot of stress. Try not to bother her too much, eh?"
"Ok, Daddy," she smiled as he winked and closed the door.
She wanted him to get the Senator seat, she didn't mean to be so groggy. But she REALLY didn't feel well, no matter what the doctor said. There was something wrong. She didn't know what, but her head hurt, and her entire body would just ache in waves. No one believed her.
Pulling out a modest black dress, she ran out of her room to find her mother to iron it for her. Running must have been the mistake. Her head throbbed, it was unbearable. She dropped the dress, and fell to her knees. She must have let out a scream, because she could hear her father bounding up the stairs.
"Bee?" he called, as he ran up. "Victoria what-" he stopped, far down the hall from her, staring in disbelief.
Torey looked up at her father, tears falling from her eyes. "Daddy, it hurts!" she screamed. Crumbling to the floor further, she cried hysterically. The lights flickered around her, and her whole body felt like it was going to burst.
"John? What's going on?" Torey saw her mother run up the stairs. Her eyes fell on her daughter, and she attempted to run toward Torey. Her father held her back, and both watched in horror as their daughter writhed on the floor.
Finally, the pain subsided. Torey stopped crying, and stood up, looking around her. The lights had gone out, the potted plant beside her was dead and shriveled. She moved toward her parents, upset that she had scared them. They stared at her fearfully, her mother backing away. Her father wore an angry sneer on his face, and he picked up one of her toys on the floor, chucking it at her.
"Don't you dare come near us," he told her, pushing her shocked mother behind him.
Torey could feel her eyes prick with tears again. What was going on? "Daddy, please, I-" something else was thrown in her direction.
"Stay right there, Victoria. I'm serious. Don't move an inch," Dad told her, running downstairs.
Torey just stood crying. Her mother sat on the stairs, staring at her. "My God," she kept repeating. "My baby." Torey had never been so scared. What was happening? Torey felt a sob deep in her throat, and pulled her hands up to cover her face. She shrieked in horror. They were glowing. Her entire body was glowing. But it wasn't just any type of glow. It was electric, and she could see as well as feel these bolts of electricity and energy run through her body. It was uncomfortable, and she needed to get rid of it. She shook her hands once, hoping to get rid of the glow. Bolts flew in every direction, burning and damaging everything in their path. Her mother screamed, and ducked further down the stairs. Her father ran up at her, and slowed at the top of the steps.
"Daddy, what's happening?" she cried, moving toward him.
"It's ok, Bee," he soothed, opening his arms. "Come here."
She ran into her fathers arms, sobbing into his jacket. "What's going on, Daddy," she cried. "What's happening to me?"
"It happens, baby," he told her. "It happens sometimes."
"What happens?" she asked, looking up at her father's comforting face.
"Shhh," he kissed her on the forehead, and she buried her head in his jacket again. "It doesn't matter. It's over, Bee." He pulled a syringe out of his jacket pocket, uncapping it and jabbing it into his daughter's neck. "It's all over now."
Torey only remembered pain. And black. And her father's face.
And then nothing. And the cell. And 647d12.
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Enough for now. About two chapters left!!! R&R let me know ya want it!
Thank to you faithful readers, by the way. I do it for you!
Disclaimer: Wha???
~&~
"Move your butt, Rahne!" Evan bounded into the room, grabbing the remote from the girl's hands.
"HEY!" Rahne responded. "I was watching that! Give it back!"
"No way," Evan replied, flicking the channel's from his comfortable seat on the couch. "Kurt and I have to watch the debate for poly sci. K-MAN! Popcorn?"
"Got it!" Kurt joined his friend on the couch, bowl of popcorn between them. "This isn't going to be very interesting, is it?"
"It's pretty well going to suck." Evan grabbed a handful and chomped away. "But it's not like we have a choice."
Rahne stared at the boys and crossed her arms with a frustrated sigh. Kicking Kurt in the shin "accidentally" she ran off to find another television.
"What's with her?" Kurt asked, rubbing his shin.
"Beats me." Evan turned up the volume. "Ok, it's starting."
The boys opened their notebooks and uncapped their pens in preparation for the volumes of notes they would have to take this night. The politicians were introduced, Congresswoman Mary-Ann Lohner from Michigan, and Senator Jonathon Bradley of Pennsylvania. Both the head runners in the Republican primaries. The debate went on, the boys lost interest rather quickly, only paying attention enough to get a basic grasp on the ideas of the speakers. Finally, a commercial break.
"Mien Gott, I can't take this!" Kurt exclaimed. "How am I going to write a paper about this debate? I barely understand what's going on!"
"K-man, chill! Don't worry about it," Evan told him. "That Bradley guy sucks ass, and the chick ain't much better. She's losing. That's all you need to know."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I'm going to get a soda." He ported himself to the kitchen.
"Yeah, get me some too!!" Evan called after him. Not getting a response, he turned toward the door "Kurt, man, you hear-" He stopped. Torey was standing there. He stared for a second. Should he invite her in? What if she went psycho like she did back when the soldiers attacked? What if she-
BAMF "I heard, I heard, here," Kurt shoved a can of Pepsi in Evan's hand. Looking to where his friend gazed, he smiled. "Hey, Torey. You want to watch TV with us?"
Evan glanced from one to the other. He really didn't want Torey to stay.
The girl pulled nervously on her fingers. "Um, sure," she replied, walking into the room and sitting in a chair across from the boys.
"I'll get you a soda," Kurt ported, leaving Evan and Torey alone. The tow sat in silence, Torey still tugging on her fingers. Kurt's return broke the silence, finally.
"We're watching the debate. It's not much fun," Kurt told her. He looked to Evan who sat silently, and sighed. "Evan, um, who is debating again?" trying to get his friend to talk.
"Mary-something and Senator Bradley, the jerk," he replied. The commercial break ended and the three silently watched as the debate continued.
Torey paid close attention to the screen. Senator Bradley. The man she knew......somehow. She listened carefully as he spoke, as he spewed his hatred. He was a wonderful speaker. He manipulated the audience with his words. He sounded good, his ideas were fine, until you realized what they really meant. He was out to kill mutants, that was it. And he claimed his daughter's death as the basis of this.
Her mind swirled. Puzzle pieces seemed to be trying to connect, but they were not able to come together. There was something missing. Torey's breathing became labored, as her mind worked overtime. She dug frantically, looking for that remaining piece. She was so close, and yet so far.
Kurt and Evan watched Torey warily, she seemed troubled. Evan slid further down the couch, but Kurt approached, putting his hand on her shoulder. Her eyes were glued to the screen, it was as if there was nothing else around. Just her and the TV. Kurt turned his attention back to the television. Bradley was making his final statement, so adamant about his position.
"My plan is to make this world better. For all, not just for human kind, but mutant kind as well. I want to make this world a safer place. Mutants can be dangerous, we need a way to protect ourselves from them, as well as protect them from each other. We need laws, we need rules. Perhaps, if we had someone like me four years ago, I would still have my daughter. I am not fighting for myself, I am fighting for all of you. And I hope that where ever my daughter is today, looking down on us from heaven, she knows that her Daddy loves her. And that her Daddy is working hard for her, for her memory. I'm not just doing this for me. I'm doing this for my Victoria."
The pieces fit, and Torey collapsed.
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She rubbed her eyes groggily and sat up in bed. Too tired. She lay back down, and attempted to drift off to sleep.
"Torey, don't make me call you again!" her mother pushed open the door. "We're going to be late."
Torey sighed and sat up again. Her hair was unruly all about her face, as she once again rubbed her eyes. "I don't want to go, Mommy. I don't feel well."
"Torey, you're not going to pull this again! I let you stay home from school yesterday, now get up! This is too important." She pulled the blanket off her daughter, and opened the curtains, letting the sunlight in.
"Mom, I really don't feel well," Torey pleaded.
The woman sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "We did this yesterday, honey. You went to the doctor. There's nothing wrong with you. I don't know why you feel sick, but just ignore it for today, huh? This is a very important day for your father, and we need to be supportive."
Torey thought this over. Rolling her eyes, she pulled herself out of bed. "FINE!" She responded. "I'll get dressed."
"Good girl," her mother awarded, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Breakfast is in ten minutes." She left the room.
Torey opened her closet and picked through her clothes. Today was a very important day for her father. She didn't really understand what most of it meant, but it was something about being a Senator. Her Dad had been trying to get into politics for a long time, it had been his dream. He had been campaigning for the Senate for years, but ad never been able to win a seat. This year was different, though. Or at least, she had been told.
"Getting ready?" Her Dad interrupted her thoughts.
She nodded, looking up at him. A yawn escaped her.
"I know you haven't been feeling well Bee," he said, planting a kiss on her head. "But I kow it'll get better. Listen, after this, we'll go out for dinner and some ice cream. You can pick, sound good?"
Torey smiled "Yeah, sounds good."
"That's my Bumble Bee!" Dad exclaimed, walking toward the door. "Now, your Mom's under a lot of stress. Try not to bother her too much, eh?"
"Ok, Daddy," she smiled as he winked and closed the door.
She wanted him to get the Senator seat, she didn't mean to be so groggy. But she REALLY didn't feel well, no matter what the doctor said. There was something wrong. She didn't know what, but her head hurt, and her entire body would just ache in waves. No one believed her.
Pulling out a modest black dress, she ran out of her room to find her mother to iron it for her. Running must have been the mistake. Her head throbbed, it was unbearable. She dropped the dress, and fell to her knees. She must have let out a scream, because she could hear her father bounding up the stairs.
"Bee?" he called, as he ran up. "Victoria what-" he stopped, far down the hall from her, staring in disbelief.
Torey looked up at her father, tears falling from her eyes. "Daddy, it hurts!" she screamed. Crumbling to the floor further, she cried hysterically. The lights flickered around her, and her whole body felt like it was going to burst.
"John? What's going on?" Torey saw her mother run up the stairs. Her eyes fell on her daughter, and she attempted to run toward Torey. Her father held her back, and both watched in horror as their daughter writhed on the floor.
Finally, the pain subsided. Torey stopped crying, and stood up, looking around her. The lights had gone out, the potted plant beside her was dead and shriveled. She moved toward her parents, upset that she had scared them. They stared at her fearfully, her mother backing away. Her father wore an angry sneer on his face, and he picked up one of her toys on the floor, chucking it at her.
"Don't you dare come near us," he told her, pushing her shocked mother behind him.
Torey could feel her eyes prick with tears again. What was going on? "Daddy, please, I-" something else was thrown in her direction.
"Stay right there, Victoria. I'm serious. Don't move an inch," Dad told her, running downstairs.
Torey just stood crying. Her mother sat on the stairs, staring at her. "My God," she kept repeating. "My baby." Torey had never been so scared. What was happening? Torey felt a sob deep in her throat, and pulled her hands up to cover her face. She shrieked in horror. They were glowing. Her entire body was glowing. But it wasn't just any type of glow. It was electric, and she could see as well as feel these bolts of electricity and energy run through her body. It was uncomfortable, and she needed to get rid of it. She shook her hands once, hoping to get rid of the glow. Bolts flew in every direction, burning and damaging everything in their path. Her mother screamed, and ducked further down the stairs. Her father ran up at her, and slowed at the top of the steps.
"Daddy, what's happening?" she cried, moving toward him.
"It's ok, Bee," he soothed, opening his arms. "Come here."
She ran into her fathers arms, sobbing into his jacket. "What's going on, Daddy," she cried. "What's happening to me?"
"It happens, baby," he told her. "It happens sometimes."
"What happens?" she asked, looking up at her father's comforting face.
"Shhh," he kissed her on the forehead, and she buried her head in his jacket again. "It doesn't matter. It's over, Bee." He pulled a syringe out of his jacket pocket, uncapping it and jabbing it into his daughter's neck. "It's all over now."
Torey only remembered pain. And black. And her father's face.
And then nothing. And the cell. And 647d12.
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Enough for now. About two chapters left!!! R&R let me know ya want it!